Monthly Archives: June 2012

I woke up early
And wrote docs upon request
I would soon be done

We crashed the party
But the language was foreign
So we watched the show

The boy built the scene,
Backdrop, flashlight and story
A glimpse of his thoughts

Deflected old age
I cleared my eye appointment
With no bifocals

The muffled sounds seep
Into thoughts, I slip away
Waiting for the end

Happy to have time
With one child but I do so
Miss our little girl

He spoke, we listened
His word choice danced in the air
We enjoyed the sound

Flowers nestled in
To the bed that we made up
No more sleeping bags